“Ahh, senior, the case prosecutor has changed.”
[Dash] Ah… yeah, I heard.Juhyuk’s curt response hinted at some underlying issue.
“Where did Prosecutor Jin Rain go?”
[Dash] Well…“Senior, I’m really sorry to ask, but could you possibly arrange a meeting with Prosecutor Jin Rain?”
Juhyuk fell silent at Haein’s request.
“Senior, please. If Prosecutor Jin Rain were still in public office, I wouldn’t have asked. It’s okay even if she refuses, just pass on the message.”
There was a sigh on the other end.
Beer cans were scattered on the table in the living room.
Line sat curled up on the sofa, sipping lukewarm beer. Her home was nothing more than a place to sleep, devoid of anything she cherished. Being cooped up all day was driving her insane.
It felt surreal how things had ended up like this.
Her clear eyes momentarily lost focus, drifting back to the day she was falsely accused in the chief prosecutor’s office.
The chief prosecutor, who usually disliked face-to-face conversations, had summoned her to his office. Unusually, he wore a more lenient expression that day.
“Prosecutor Jin, pretending to be innocent… turns out it wasn’t an act?”
The chief prosecutor started off grandiosely, hinting at something big. He then handed Line an envelope.
“What is this?”
“Take a look.”
Line carefully examined the contents of the envelope. It was a surveillance record, filled with information about her.
“Did you have me surveilled?”
Line, feeling a surge of disgust, lifted her head to confront the chief prosecutor. She was curious about his intentions, knowing that such scrutiny would reveal nothing of consequence.
“The real highlight starts on the next page. Take a look before you say anything.”
The chief prosecutor seemed almost jovial, and his expression made Line anxious as she turned back to the documents.
It was a list of Line’s bank accounts. There were accounts she barely remembered having. They seemed rarely used since their opening…
Over several transactions, about 300 million won had been deposited into these accounts. Line looked puzzled.
“You seem to be a repeat offender, quite the haul.”
Line, unable to hide her astonishment, rapidly flipped through the documents.
“Look at the depositors’ names. All people you investigated and cleared of charges.”
“No, I never received such money. I remember each case clearly. They were all people wrongly accused! None of them had the means to send such money, they were all struggling financially!”
In the midst of saying this, the thought that they might have been bribed crossed her mind.
“Your testimony isn’t important right now, Prosecutor Jin. You know how testimonies become insignificant in front of evidence.”
“I’ll investigate this matter.”
“Investigate? If you do, the case will be assigned to Prosecutor Yoon Nanseul and our senior criminal prosecutor. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”
Line’s eyes trembled dully. She almost said, ‘Yes, I still need to investigate!’ But she knew if they got involved, they would twist things to prove nonexistent crimes.
“That’s why I warned you. To go easy. Prosecutor Jin, circumstances, testimonies, evidence are important, but do you know what’s even more powerful? Pure power. Authority.”
The chief prosecutor’s words, like those of a loathsome insect, contorted Line’s face, and her fist clenched tightly.
He was a prosecutor who would fabricate charges for his own gain.
Though not surprised, Line was bewildered by what was happening to her, her mind becoming foggy.
“Will revealing the truth be faster, or covering it up?”
“Is speed important in this case?”
“You’ll learn how important speed is when the disciplinary committee convenes. Remember this lesson.”
The truth was, Line didn’t have much time to clear her name. If they really were bribed, there was no way to prove her innocence.
“I’ll submit an explanation within the deadline.”
Determined to fight back, she resolved to do whatever she could.
“I’ll review it first. The committee’s review won’t make much difference. I advise you not to try too hard.”
Back then, she didn’t understand the meaning of his words about the committee’s review not making much difference…
“Have you said everything you wanted? Are you going to sit here or leave?”
Line wanted to unleash a torrent of curses but swallowed her anger and stood up. No other words came to mind. Yet, she wanted to say something, her jaws clenched tightly.
“I will uncover the truth.”
The chief prosecutor shrugged, showing his indifference to the truth.
Line then began to trace back the origins of the bank accounts to understand what had happened.
But the bank only had records of the money transactions; there was no way to find out why the depositors had transferred the money.
There were three people who deposited the money. I tried calling them, but all the numbers were no longer in service.
They must have been bribed…
I was at a loss, unable to gather my thoughts.
The rumor that the notorious Jin Line had taken bribes to cover up investigations spread wildly across the Central District Prosecutors’ Office. But they didn’t believe those rumors.
Looking at the unfolding situation, it seemed that Prosecutor Jin Line was being unjustly cornered, yet no one stepped forward to help her.
As I had feared, the disciplinary committee was filled with people connected to the chief prosecutor.
The verdict was the harshest possible – ‘dismissal’.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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